Chapter Ninety-Nine
"Are you really naΓ―ve enough to think you're my opponent, Indra?" The corners of Madara's mouth provoked an ironic arc, as if mocking the incompetence of the man in front of him.
"It's naΓ―ve or not, naturally you only know it by trying." Indra bowed slightly, his eyes grim and he didn't seem to be angry at all by his opponent's contempt.
"Huh," Madara gritted his teeth, after all, he had spent a lot of strength just now in order to forcibly seal the bull head Ichigo, and although he would not lose against Indra now, a bitter battle was inevitable.
"Here we go." Indra was not excited when he saw Madara, but instead said unusually calmly, as he spoke, his wrist shook slightly, and the tip of the huge scythe that Madara had grasped on the other end of the chain trembled slightly.
Madara has so much combat experience, but with a slight turn in his heart, he has already guessed Indra's intentions, so he directly threw away the Uchiha Scythe in his hand, and then the spiritual power under his feet exploded, and he withdrew more than ten meters away in just one step.
"Hum~"
At this moment, there was a tremor in the space where Madara was located, and immediately, black spatial cracks that exuded terrifying suction suddenly appeared there.
Indra didn't show any disappointment when he missed the blow, and perhaps it was the hit that disappointed him. Then, his right hand, which was holding the black chain, continued to swing non-stop, manipulating the Uchiha Scythe towards Madara, while his left hand began to form a seal.
"One-handed stamping? Do you deal with me in this way? Madara didn't seem surprised by Indra's attack, the whole person was like a sensitive ape, and in just a few flips, he flashed the attack of the Uchiha Scythe, and then said with some disdain.
It's just that at this time, Madara is disdainful of Indra's attack on the surface, but he secretly cries out trouble in his heart, although his katana is made of special steel, and its strength is not inferior to any slashing knife at all, but because the slashing knife is infused with the soul of the god of death, it is also a living form and is not afraid of colliding with the scythe of Uchiha, but his katana can't do this. However, in the case of hand-to-hand combat, Madara glanced at the Uchiha Scythe, which was attacking him again under Indra's control, and decisively rejected the idea.
"It seems that this is the only way to go," Indra didn't give Madara time to think, so Madara only made a decision with a slight groan, "Although it will have some impact on the future, it is still under control." β
"Phew,"
The Uchiha's scythe flew with the sound of breaking wind, leaving long spatial cracks everywhere it passed, and the seal on Indra's left hand had already been formed.
"Fire Escape, Dragon Flame Singing Technique!"
Indra spat out several huge fire dragons from his mouth and shot them in the direction of Madara. The power of this technique is far from that of the Flame Extinguishing Arrow, but Indra skillfully used it to block Madara's dodge space, so that Madara could no longer dodge, and could only raise his sword to connect to the Uchiha's scythe.
"Click,"
Sure enough, the moment Madara's katana and Uchiha's scythe collided, it directly collapsed into pieces, and then several fire dragons slammed into the place around Madara, and for a while dust was everywhere.
Madara took advantage of this opportunity to bow slightly, the muscles of his legs tensed violently, and then a powerful force left a large crater in the ground, and then Madara's figure flew up and retreated into the distance.
"What? Damn it! Seeing Madara's movements, Indra was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Do you want to run!" β
As he spoke, Indra's wrist shook lightly again, trying to control the Uchiha's scythe to chase after him, but at this time, the Uchiha's scythe fell down as if it had lost its momentum and thrust into the ground with a bang.
"What? Did it go so far? Indra only knew in a flash of mind that Madara had seen through the number of attacks he had relied on his chains to control the Uchiha's scythe, and left while he had to reclaim the Uchiha's scythe, "But what can you do even so?" β
As he spoke, Indra raised his wrist and retracted the Uchiha scythe with the tip of the knife deep into the ground, and his left hand was not idle, and he quickly sealed it, but in an instant, he raised his head high, and then spat in the direction where Madara left.
"Fire escape, fire extinguished!"
A huge wall of fire that was more than 20 meters high and nearly 100 meters wide advanced rapidly with a fiery aura and indomitable momentum, and the building tens of meters high did not cause any obstacles to it at all, but the moment it came into contact, it had already rumbled down, stirring up dust and mist in the sky.
"Huh?" Suddenly, the wall of fire, which was frantically advancing like a bulldozer, suddenly stopped its progress, and then under Indra's stunned gaze, it directly counterattacked the caster Indra at a speed far superior to before.
"How does that feel?" Indra couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, secretly wondering how he had forgotten about it, but he was not slow in his hands, but while thinking about it, he directly threw the Uchiha Scythe towards the wall of fire in front of him, and the moment the two touched, the wall of fire dissipated as if evaporating.
"What a nuisance." Indra, who had done all this, had no joy on his face, but looked at the tall figure that appeared in the distance on a tall building that had not yet collapsed.
"It's a familiar power, I haven't experienced it in a long time." Madara ignored Indra, who was slightly surprised, and instead looked down at the gloved right-hand hand with a slight sigh.
After seeing Madara again, Indra found that his spiritual pressure at this time had changed qualitatively compared to before, if Madara's spiritual pressure before was like a pool of calm lake water, as if it was a dead lake, at this time his spiritual pressure was like a surging tide of anger, with an invincible pressure.
"Looks like it's a big problem." Indra smiled bitterly and withdrew the Uchiha's scythe, then arched slightly, and the muscles of his body tensed, ready to strike a powerful blow at any moment.
"Well, prepare for battle in advance, yes, you're a little self-aware," In the next second, Madara's figure appeared in front of Indra, and then sharp pain surged in Indra's chest like a tide, and a crimson right eye appeared in Indra's sight, "But that's all, it's all over." β
On the chaotic battlefield, no one found out that a second-year teenager named Ah Fei had disappeared at some point.
"Keng," Mao Zhihualie, who had just gotten off Wang Xushan not long ago, only felt weak, and he wanted to fall down after shaking for a while, but he barely stood on the ground with the knife in his hand, after all, although the previous battle was a victory, it was just a tragic victory.
"Phew,"
Dressed in black, the night came to the side of Uno Hanari in an instant, and it could be seen from her somewhat tattered clothes and the metal armor that had been destroyed that she had also experienced a big battle, but she didn't care about her image, after the enemy left suddenly and inexplicably, she just took a short rest and rushed here, and asked directly to the woman in front of her, "Madara!" β
Before Uno Hanari could answer, she saw three more embarrassed men appear behind Yeichi, who were none other than Urahara Kisuke, Kyoraku Harusui, and Ukitake Shisaro, who came with her.
"The members of the Seven Warriors who fought with us suddenly withdrew just now," Kisuke Urahara said directly after he stopped, "As far as I can guess, something happened to you here, Captain Uno Hana." β
"Well," Uno Hanari said with a gentle smile, "I found out after killing that Uchiha Madara that he had become the former deputy head of the Onido Sect, most likely in disguise. As for where the real Madara went, I don't know yet. β
"What?!" Urahara Kisuke is so smart, when he heard the information of Uno Hanari, he immediately guessed everything, "Those Seven Martial Guards of His Majesty are used to drag us down, I'm afraid the real Uchiha Madara has already appeared in the world, we must rush over immediately!" β
"Whew, what a terrible woman." The top of Wang Xushan was slashed several meters by the fierce battle, and on the rubble and rubble on the ground, streams of black viscous liquid flowed out from the cracks in the stones, and then slowly formed the image of a white-haired and beautiful woman, "But are you still in time?" β